Randy Meeks: Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!
Billy Loomis: [eerily whispering] We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]
Sidney Prescott: No, Billy!
Randy Meeks: Oh, ****! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]
Billy Loomis: Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu]
Sidney Prescott: [scared] Stu. Help me, please.
Stu Macher: [changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly] Surprise, Sidney.
Sidney Prescott: [pushes Stu away, trying to flee] Unh!
Stu Macher: Ooh!
Billy Loomis: [stops Sidney with gun] Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Sidney Prescott: Why are you doing this?
Stu Macher: It's all part of a game, Sidney.
Billy Loomis: It's called "Guess how I'm gonna to die?"!
Sidney Prescott: **** you!
Billy Loomis: No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.
Stu Macher: It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!
Billy Loomis: You get it right, you die.
Sidney Prescott: You're crazy, both of you.
Stu Macher: Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
Sidney Prescott: You'll never get away with this.
Billy Loomis: Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Stu Macher: Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.
Sidney Prescott: No!
Stu Macher: Whoa! Where're you goin'?
Sidney Prescott: Why? Why did you kill my mother?
Billy Loomis: Why? Why? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
Stu Macher: No.
Billy Loomis: Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Stu Macher: Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Billy Loomis: Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was ****ing my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly ****ed you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
Billy Loomis: [eerily whispering] We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]
Sidney Prescott: No, Billy!
Randy Meeks: Oh, ****! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]
Billy Loomis: Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu]
Sidney Prescott: [scared] Stu. Help me, please.
Stu Macher: [changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly] Surprise, Sidney.
Sidney Prescott: [pushes Stu away, trying to flee] Unh!
Stu Macher: Ooh!
Billy Loomis: [stops Sidney with gun] Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Sidney Prescott: Why are you doing this?
Stu Macher: It's all part of a game, Sidney.
Billy Loomis: It's called "Guess how I'm gonna to die?"!
Sidney Prescott: **** you!
Billy Loomis: No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.
Stu Macher: It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!
Billy Loomis: You get it right, you die.
Sidney Prescott: You're crazy, both of you.
Stu Macher: Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
Sidney Prescott: You'll never get away with this.
Billy Loomis: Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Stu Macher: Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.
Sidney Prescott: No!
Stu Macher: Whoa! Where're you goin'?
Sidney Prescott: Why? Why did you kill my mother?
Billy Loomis: Why? Why? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
Stu Macher: No.
Billy Loomis: Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Stu Macher: Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Billy Loomis: Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was ****ing my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly ****ed you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
Randy Meeks: Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!
Billy Loomis: [eerily whispering] We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]
Sidney Prescott: No, Billy!
Randy Meeks: Oh, ****! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]
Billy Loomis: Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu]
Sidney Prescott: [scared] Stu. Help me, please.
Stu Macher: [changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly] Surprise, Sidney.
Sidney Prescott: [pushes Stu away, trying to flee] Unh!
Stu Macher: Ooh!
Billy Loomis: [stops Sidney with gun] Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Sidney Prescott: Why are you doing this?
Stu Macher: It's all part of a game, Sidney.
Billy Loomis: It's called "Guess how I'm gonna to die?"!
Sidney Prescott: **** you!
Billy Loomis: No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.
Stu Macher: It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!
Billy Loomis: You get it right, you die.
Sidney Prescott: You're crazy, both of you.
Stu Macher: Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
Sidney Prescott: You'll never get away with this.
Billy Loomis: Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Stu Macher: Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.
Sidney Prescott: No!
Stu Macher: Whoa! Where're you goin'?
Sidney Prescott: Why? Why did you kill my mother?
Billy Loomis: Why? Why? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
Stu Macher: No.
Billy Loomis: Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Stu Macher: Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Billy Loomis: Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was ****ing my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly ****ed you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
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